Reflections of a September morning
September 11th, 2001 - A voice on the radio tells me of a plane crashing in the WTC. Then, but seemingly a few minutes later, another one. Followed by one on the Pentagon and yet another heading , they thought, for the White House.
Time then seems to have stood still. Remembered is those oh-so-terrible minutes (days!!) when not a call could be made to America. And then, gratefully, miraculously, phones working and finding everyone safe. Remembered, also, is finally reaching friends in Japan and having them tell me that the Canadian Embassy had called the day before warning them to not travel and to stay in touch.
The day before .
Emotions swirling, questions asked. The first to be asked, so surreal
was this: Am I dreaming?
Then the images.. the Great towers collapsing (again & again)
terror and shock of the fleeing
They told me the day before
Know I wept, know the world wept along with me for these oh-so innocent ones. Dying without knowing , with not a hint, not a breath nor a whisper of why.
America has since changed.
Your President Bush is, perhaps, not so silly in his use of words, after
Yea, the day before